The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-13
BERGH AND GEN. SHERMAN.
an Interesting Incident in Which a
Pretty MNiden Figures.

an interesting Incident in Which a
Pretty Maiden Figures.
New YoaK, june l1.-''If selfshness
were contagious and fatal what an awful
epidemic there would be. and what lot Of
good material for funerals would be gath
cred up right here" said witty lady on
Decoration Day as forty or fifty of us stood
on the steps of the Fifth avenue branch of
the Mercantile Library, trying to see over
and Through each other so as to now and
hen catch glimpse of the procession as it
larched by.
Everybody laughed except the brass
nosed woman who provoked the remark by
preading parasol directly in front of
three small but eager children.
She heard the remark and the laugh She
understood both perfectly; but she did not
close that parasol, so she enjoyed the su-
preme satisfaction of seeing the soldiers
herself while she possessed the proud con-
seriousness OF preventing a number of other
'eople from catching even glimpse of any
thing below the tops of the fiag-staffs.
Aud what pathetic lot of flags those
were! Poor tattered old shreds, clinging to
their posts, and reverently carried by old
and broken men who. themselves young and
active had followed these same flags when
they came fresh and crisp from the loving
hands that worked SO bravely to send ban
uers that should be worthy of the men who
We're to follow them.
Poor, tattered, silken wrecks! What
memories they arouse! what tears they
start! l found myself with pictures of I'M
utterable sorrow in my heart and tears on
my cheeks, and l realized that it was the
flags and not the men that stirred my blood
and made me fiercely angry that nobody
cheered them, and that men stood stolidly
by with covered heads while these pathetic
symbols of glory and of death were borne
once more to the graves of those who had
followed them SO bravely and fallen under
their folds.
! hope that this did not happen anywhere
else along the line of march, and that all of
the brass-nosed selfish women and stolid,
unenthusiastic men happened to be massed
on that particular block, where even the
banner with Lincoln on it did not call forth
one single cheer and made no man lift his
hat.
A little further down a pretty girl about
the kissable age-you may decide for your
self how old she was-with lips as fresh as
rose and eyes as pure and clear that no other
jewels could be half so rich and beautiful
exclaimed: "Oh, which one is Gen. Sher-
man! l must see Gen. Shernan! I never
have, and he might die"
Her companion laughed "Well the very
homeliest old codger you see to-day will be
the General"
Provided your ugly old chap is as thin
as a match and as dry as a New York Sun
day" put in one of the party.
II don't care how homely he is, l shall
cheer" said the pretty little maiden.
/ thought that | would tell her that she
would have to 90 down to Madison square
to see Sherman; but | yielded to the temp
tation to see what man she would cheer on
the strength of deciding that he took the
palm for LONELINESS.
A puffy old German commanding one
division of the Grand Army came near re-
ceiving the honor vicariously, but she sud
denly stopped and said: Thin! Well, he's
not thin, and besides he looks as if he drank
beer. Does Sherman
mo Sherman looks as if he drank bran"
said bystander, and everybody laughed
Just then Mr.. Bergh hove i'll sight and
the little miss hesitated no longer. She
cheered Justify.
There he is! There he is! He looks just
like you said but | don't care, he's just
splendid, anyhow. Oh, why don't the peo-
pie cheer hims"
And before her escort knew which man
she had chosen to bestow her enthusiasm for
Gen Sherman upon Mr. Bergh had passed,
all unconscious of the distinguished honor
done him, the compliments paid his manly
beauty and showered upon his humane
head
So the man whose profession it is to pre-
vent suffering and death was mistaken for
the one whose profession requires him TO
dispense both when occasion demands-and
all because both men are tall, thin, and look
as dry as powder magazine
HELEN H GARDENER.